wonderful poem dear Geetha……..the mother nurtures her child inside her womb and then the rest of her life the child grows in her heart……i had read somewhere “the decision to have children is a very strong one cause then you will see your heart in front of your eyes always” motherhood is divinity…….lovely poem……….

There is no more precious experience in this life than parenthood and witnessing the beauty of a child’s nurturing under the loving guidance and loving touch of their Mother. Your words are so meaningful and the last line so powerful. . As a Father who now appreciates this even more fully with the loss of my sons Mother, I hold their Mothers memory and spirit very close and dear to their hearts at all times.

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A rapt moon was listening a tale of two murders. Across the caste, fingernails were digging in to give – a putsch to darkness, unhappened in vain. A word tears into the untouched pain and I bleed for the golden

In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings

My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in

I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely

My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I